I still get angry
I still get sad
And the losers
Still drive me mad
And I wonder if I have anything to say anymore
Yeah I wonder if I have anything to say except

The masses are asses
They're all asses

Things still piss me off (obviously)
And things still make me cry (no shit)
Poetry's in motion not in mind
Poetry's in motion but not in my mind
Poetic justice will come in time
And I just have to laugh
I just have to laugh

Because the masses
Are asses
We're all asses
Masses are asses every day
Masses are asses in every way